| Here we go, here we go, here we go, get your guards up
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| Knowin' we got the sweet science
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| I, enter the ring
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| Touchdown ready to swing
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| My footwork quick hit y’all with hard licks
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| I’m Cassius Clay
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| Y’all niggas be the last to spray
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| I’m here to whoop a niggas ass today
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| So I, tighten the gloves
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| The world 'bout to show me some love
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| I work hard better put up your guard
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| I spent time out in the yard, I’m here to train me and my squad
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| My head straight baby me and my God
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| Techniques obsolete, I want the crowd up on they feet
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| The world champ that they couldn’t defeat
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| Me and Charlie 2n, PLATOON!
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| Y’all cats better give us some room
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| I sidestep then I lower the boom
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| You cats better call your goons
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| Tonight 'cos I’ve entered the zone
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| First round, put your back on the ground
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| I’m the best pound for pound, you out never hearin' a sound
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| Face straight now I’m spinnin' you round and round
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| Yo, the ring is now a disaster scene
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| As the trainers apply vaseline, I come to smash the king
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| The fight game dominator, I’m bringing the drama hater the common denominator
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| Respondin' to trauma greater than most'
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| As my fatal fists begin, the volatile combination of leather sweat and skin
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| Is slittin' yo eyebrow for spittin' this glass style
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| Repetitious hittin' my mittens are hostile
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| Fo' sure the Southpaw mouth star can outspar
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| Competitive outlaws with delicate glass jaws
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| Applause and Paparazzi flash, you can not see past
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| When me and Rasco control the fiasco
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| Unmask those, untalented assholes
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| With fast blows to physically challenge my past foes
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| We smash those degenerate weak ducks
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| And I catch a heat rush from the canvas my feet touch
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| I run six miles a day
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| To outlast niggas, I’m top class
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| Hopin' that you challenger talk trash
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| You get dropped fast, baby we rock last
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| You on the undercard stuck, runnin' without gas
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| I stick jabs in ya abs and stay in the lab, rhymin'
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| Goin' for feints and bad timin'
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| It be the team that’ll shatter your spleen
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| I go twelve rounds baby 'til your clock is clean
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| NA MEAN
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| Swift to avenge Sugar Ray
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| I’m Roy Jones, to you toy clones
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| Send 'em back in a brutal way
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| Rush to follow, as I crush the hollow
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| With the knowledge and the insight of a, Cus D’Amato
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| I paint a bizarre picture to break your whole structure
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| The texture of your face cracked and fractured
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| You wheeze and sob, as I weave and bob
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| We relieve your squad, you better believe the odds are against you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Sweet Science , by - Rasco. Song from the album Escape From Alcatraz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп